My take on sunshine is not your typical sunny beaches with brightly colored beach umbrellas sprinkled about.
It's not backyard slip n slides, bubble blowing and green grass...
Or the smell of sunscreen and chlorine mingled in the clothes to be washed from days spent outside in the sun.
I love all those things, but what I think about when I hear the word 'sunshine' is a person who's life forever changed mine for the better.
My Gramms favorite color was yellow and her favorite flowers were yellow roses. She loved sun drenched Fall days and the golden colored leaves mingling as they fell to the ground.
She had the best laugh and would fill a room with sunshine when she smiled.
She knew how to make anyone feel welcome and her home was always a happy place to be.
Sunshine. My grandmother was full of beautiful sunshine....
And on those rare sunny days in the Fall, when a glimpse of sunshine is peaking through the trees and the golden colored leaves...I will be thinking of her. Missing her.
Sunshine was my Gramms.